What If...?



     What if we all slowed down and took a deep breath and noticed the world’s beauty once again?

What if we tuned back into the natural rhythms of creation and allowed our bones to move in succinct choreography with the breeze?

What if our minds slowed down and we began to hear the voice of wisdom in the wind?

What if we let our imagination free once again, discovering ships sailing in the clouds?

What if we were still, and discovered how to simply just be…?


     What if we rediscovered how to truly listen, not just hear, listen to the heart cries of those we love, and those we cross paths with along the way?

What if we began to notice, to deeply notice the small things along our path?

What if we heard the sound of the earth dancing with the wind?

What if we breathed in the subtle scents of flowers, trees, and the sea, letting it send us to memories of youthful days?

What if we were still, and discovered how to simply just be…?


     What if we took the time to taste the layers of explosive flavors in a dish or the depths of colors in an aged wine?

What if we felt the hard ground, the tickle of the grass, and the silk of the water on a warm summer day?

What if we lingered a little while longer in the sun, letting its rays kiss our cheek?

What if we stopped to let the giggle of a child curl up our lips in pure delight?

What if we were still, and discovered how to simply just be…?


      What if we believed, deeply, whole-heartedly that we were accepted, secure, known and loved?

What if we no longer had to posture, compare, prove ourselves, or convince the world to notice us?

What if we lived in freedom, without fear, daring to be bold and unashamed?

What if we were fully alive, shinning the unique beauty and wonder of who we were created to be?

What if we were still, and discovered how to simply just be…?


     …Then we would finally know rest.

Lake Kivu-Gisenyi, Rwanda.

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